My wife says I have a “type”. What kind of type you ask? A type of woman? A type of speech? No, a type of book. She says that we can go into any bookstore and walk the shelves and she can spot my “type of book” almost instantly just by it’s cover. She’s not entirely wrong. I do have a type, though it’s not as evident as she may make it out to be.
My type generally lies somewhere between historical fiction and genre fantasy with a solid story for a backbone. Often its a series. More often than not, the main character is rogue-ish in demeanour or skillset. The covers often feature cloaked individuals performing roguishly nefarious deeds.
This book is my type. It’s one of my more recent attachments but it pretty much checks all the boxes. It’s a fantasy version of Venice with intrigue, deception and more rogue-ish behaviour than you can shake a stick at. Oh and look at that cover!
(Yes, my wife picked it out. I don’t regret her choice one little bit.)
It’s a great series focusing on the titular Locke Lamora and his crew of thieves, The Gentlemen Bastards. It has double dealing. Several long cons, Ocean’s Eleven style heists. And lies. Yes there may be one or two of those rattling about in there.
Tomorrow. Hrrm. Tomorrow we shall discuss something more Advanced…